Finding out who I am is low on my priority list when I feel like I can breathe for the first time in my life...A life I can no longer remember.

    They aren’t what I expected. And they certainly weren’t expecting to have me crash into their own private world.It’s just a few days in a fun fantasyland that I couldn’t ever have imagined. Nothing more can come from it. Our lives are just too different. They’re small town guys. I live in Manhattan.And even if it was an option, there’s no way I could choose between all three. I want them all.How crazy is that?My Three Crushes is a standalone mmmf b i s e x ual why ch o o s e m e n a ge romance. Guaranteed HEA ending. No cliffhangers!

    Without magic, I wielded a resting witch face and a smart mouth, but neither will save me on the next full moon. Having the last name Byrne could only get me so far. I was doomed.In my panic, I broke into the coven’s library, hoping to find a simple spell any idiot could do. Instead, I blew up half the building, destroyed the majority of the ancient texts, and ended up half naked in the office of the high priest. I thought that was bad.My stupidity unlocked the seals blocking my magic, and now I’m being hunted by every jerk in the supernatural world. With a price on my head, there’s only one option left if I am to survive:Learn everything I can from the cursed book that caused my downfall. Learn... or die trying.My name is Hazel Byrne. I am a witch.And I’m totally screwed.

    

    Her greed made me a slave and circumstance left me with no way to escape.Trapped, the only way I could silence the nightmares driving me to insanity was to wrap them in color, hold them with shadow, and stitch them to negative space with line.But no matter how bright the pigments, no one could see my confession.Except for Roy Callahan.I thought he was just another nameless one-night stand in a long line of many. But I was wrong. Roy could see past the façade of my life and through the veil color over the canvas. He could see what the world couldn’t.And with him I’d find the courage to tell the truth about the boy.The boy who kissed me.The boy who loved me.The boy whose name I couldn’t remember.

    A man-whore. Whatever the hell you want to call it, I get around. During the day, I crack heads and extort businesses. At night, I find girls to f*ck. I live to hear them moan for me, but one night is all they get. No one ever made me want more. Until her.Elena.The moment her lips wrapped around me, I was done. All day, I think about running my tongue all over those curves. Too bad those curves are off limits. She's running from a man who will kill me for touching her.Well, she's tired of running and needs my help.She thinks I'm doing it for money.I'm doing it to make her mine.

    I met him in the shadows first. He was tall and broad-shouldered, a man walking a dangerous path of rage and revenge, barreling toward certain death. The more time we spent together, the more he showed me who he was. Captivating… Charming… Ferocious in his own way… I had no right following Jai into the abandoned industrial site, but I did, and that stupid mistake was all it took to rip me from my world of semi-normalcy and thrust me headfirst into the gritty criminal underground with Stone as my only ally. Above ground, I'm a student nurse painfully dragging herself through an unfulfilling life, but down here, where men wear tattoos on their faces and kill without remorse, I'm a fraud living on borrowed time... ...and not much of it.

    climbing the corporate ladder is all that matters in life. Her hard work is finally rewarded with the promotion she’s worked her ass off to earn—but the gig comes at a price. She leaves in two days for a twelve-week tour with America’s hottest alternative rock band, 69 Bottles.Talon Carver, lead singer of 69 Bottles, has no problem with women--as long as they’re gone by morning. When Addison shakes up his world, it’s a huge problem—compounded by the fact that Addison’s not the only one he wants.Kyle Black, manager of 69 Bottles, has a secret. He and Addison are closer than she thinks, but telling her could keep her away. When Talon sets his sights on Addison, Kyle uses his secret to push her into Talon’s arms, only to discover she isn’t the only one he needs.Two men. One dilemma. Talon is wild, reckless and loves control.Kyle is calm, collected and loves passion.The perfect balance…or Addison’s ultimate undoing? Talon and Kyle push their boundaries and Addison’s, but can they throw their reservations to the wind and claim her together?Two men. One woman. A rock band. A tour bus. One Wild Ride… ****Content Warning****Sexy, naked, bisexual rock stars…and a lot more…This book contains, but is not limited to the following sexual content – reader discretion is advised - hot sex between two men and one woman. M/M/F, M/F/M, M/F, F/M and M/M sexual content. There are no boundaries when these three crash together, as long as you’re over 18 years of age.

    THIS NOVEL WAS FORMERLY PUBLISHED AS A TWO BOOK SERIES. COMPLETE SERIES AVAILABLE: Predator & Prey: The Phoenix and The Fire (ASIN: B073HHR1FY)I lived my life by two principles: order and excellence. My moral compass steered me out of the backwoods of Tennessee and towards the woman I was destined to become, but not without gathering a few skeletons along the way. Eventually, I found success, but my restless, relentless nature still left me feeling unsatisfied. Then I met a ghost of a man, an enigma. At first, I was sure Daniello was a figment of my imagination, a beautiful and dangerous apparition with an animalistic hunger. He threatened my control and need for order, and in his absence, I became more haunted by my past. He wanted me submissive. I wanted to know him. But then my ghost met my skeletons.

    But nobody knows that. He was an iconic musician before he gave up music. But nobody knows that either. They also don’t know he’s twenty-seven, that he used to have an infectious laugh, and that he’s way too young to be widowed. They certainly don’t know the rest of his tragic story. All they know is that he comes into their café at the same time every morning and stares at the same chair at the same table. They know he’s strange. They know he interrupts their breakfast with a cold blast of air as he hovers in the doorway, mustering the courage to confront a piece of furniture. No one asks why. No one cares. He’s fine with that. He’s done with life. This isn’t even his story anymore. It’s actually Callie’s, the young writer who sat in his chair one day.

    Heat, mates, and a fairytale pack life? Maybe next reincarnation.All I want is to be left alone.I’m invisible, headed to a blissful solo future until the Wyvern Pack destroys my dream of independence.Atlas, Hunter, Finn, Jett, and Orion are poison candy. They don’t want an omega, but they need one, even if there’ll never be a real spot for me in their pack.Who needs a pack? I’ll keep myself safe, same as always.I’ll never awaken, and I’ll never ever give the Wyverns my heart… Because all they’ll do is rip me apart.♥Pack Darling is book one in a reverse harem duology featuring an MMFMMM relationship, cursing, and MM scenes. It’s a human omegaverse featuring growly alpha males but no shifters or shifting.

     Money and a seemingly glamorous life can hide secrets, pain, and scars that run deeper than you'd believe from the smiling faces in my family photographs. Sometimes the wealthy thrive in the dark and destruction, and the only way to survive their corruption is through determination and grit. Good girls don't hire assassins, luckily I was raised by the worst. *Grit & Glamour is a Dark, Contemporary, Reverse-Harem Romance that deals with some darker themes that may trigger some readers.* *This is an updated version of the book, containing 17 chapters. (Around 200 pages in print.) Updated March 22nd 2019.*

    A man my parents had chosen, not knowing he was dead set on destroying me.I barely escaped a life with the monster of a man from my past, only to have three new ones dropped into my lap.Marnix Taylor, my savage husband who can take anyone down with one look.Cohutta Reilly, the sweet, playful jokester who also happens to be my husband's best friend.And Rushton Bergman, the quiet, brooding bodyguard, determined to protect me at all costs.The three of them may think they can control me, but they will soon learn that Tara Mangal can’t be tamed. Not even by the three hottest men in Craibridge.Hate You Forever is book one in the Hate Series. It is a reverse harem novel with themes like marriage of convenience, enemies-to-lovers, and bodyguard romance. This series takes place in the same fictional city of Craibridge as Love in Sight and Love Triggered, and will contain some character cross over, but is a standalone series. You don't have to read the others to read this series!TW: Book contains material only appropriate for 18+. May contain situations or talk concerning abuse, r@pe, drugs, violence,

    And he has no idea.” Messy-haired, soulful-eyed, off-kilter lyricist Les Graves holds tight to the hedonist’s credo of consumption in every avenue of life. He has trouble staying still, trouble staying sober, trouble turning down a good time—but put a pen in his hand, and he’ll set a page on fire.Music was Evan Porter’s ticket out of the backwater mud puddle he was born in, the passion keeping him warm as he busked on street corners, fueling him through a dead-end bartending job. Every chord, every song, every ounce of sweat has been devoted to making Porter & Graves a success. He’s the level-head, the quiet maestro, the seatbelt that keeps Les from flying too far out of control. And he’s getting pretty tired of playing savior.Their onstage chemistry is electric, offstage it's… complicated.After Porter & Graves’s third album bombs, the pressure is on for the duo to redeem themselves with their fourth. While sequestered in an East Tennessee cabin to compose, things take a turn for the worse when an event from their past comes back to haunt them in an embarrassingly public fashion and forces them into an unusual position that tests a partnership already hanging by its bloody roots.Can Evan and Les find harmony or will they—and their music career—go down in flames? Dedicated, the first standalone in the Rhythm of Love series, is a steamy bisexual friends-to-lovers romance featuring semi-kinda forced proximity, a fake relationship, angst, snark, a cock-blocking greenhouse, really poor decisions involving social media, and a HEA guarantee. *Please note that this book contains reference to and depiction of a mmf scene.*

    When I met Rafe Morelli, he didn’t look like the biggest mistake I’d ever make; he seemed closer to the crime family version of Prince Charming. Charismatic, beautiful, and attentive—with an intoxicating air of power—Rafe was the stuff of my darkest fantasies. What we had should have been a simple fling, no-strings-attached. My hot weekend with the sexy, dominant Vegas boss—a harmless memory to replay once I returned to my quiet, predictable life. One tiny hitch in that plan: a panty-melting memory isn’t all he left behind. Now the stakes have changed, and I’m faced with a potentially life-altering decision. Do I stay away and enjoy my status as the only woman in known history who has played in the Morelli flames without getting burned, or do I risk everything and step back into the fire?BOOK 1 OF 3 IN THE VEGAS MORELLI TRILOGY. This trilogy can be read even if you haven't read the original Morelli family series, but as it takes place AFTER that series, there will be Morelli family series spoilers. Two of the main characters from this trilogy were introduced in the original Morelli series. If you want to read the original series and experience it without spoilers, you may want to start there (with Accidental Witness). Like the original Morelli family series, this trilogy is a continuing story following the same characters, NOT three separate-couple standalones.